Confessional Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#confessional
confessional seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
marshmallows and razorblades
I'm all soft curves
and easy smiles when I'm happy
and you think you know me
when all you've seen are the good days
Turn the lights out
and I'm a razor blade
that leaves marks on the inside
your skin unmarked
I'm not easy to love
when my moods get dark
and you've never seen me strip
the shine from a soul
when I get scared
and I get mean
I'm all soft curves
and easy smiles on these good days
but don't presume to think that you know me
and easy smiles when I'm happy
and you think you know me
when all you've seen are the good days
Turn the lights out
and I'm a razor blade
that leaves marks on the inside
your skin unmarked
I'm not easy to love
when my moods get dark
and you've never seen me strip
the shine from a soul
when I get scared
and I get mean
I'm all soft curves
and easy smiles on these good days
but don't presume to think that you know me
#confessional
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Heard
I couldn't speak
I didn't dare
For there was
Tension everywhere
So, instead
I poured all
My pain onto paper
Put my ego
To one side
With each word
Filled with satisfaction
Now that I've been heard
I didn't dare
For there was
Tension everywhere
So, instead
I poured all
My pain onto paper
Put my ego
To one side
With each word
Filled with satisfaction
Now that I've been heard
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Pressure
Will someone be my stomach
So I don’t have to eat
Will someone be my eyes
So I don’t have to see
Will someone be my mind
So I don’t have to think
Will someone be my ears
So I don’t have to hear
Will someone be my smile
So I don’t have to laugh
Will someone be my heart
So I don’t have to feel
Will someone be my nose
So I don’t have to smell
Will someone be my voice
So I don’t have to speak
Will someone be my arms
So I don’t have to hug
Can...
So I don’t have to eat
Will someone be my eyes
So I don’t have to see
Will someone be my mind
So I don’t have to think
Will someone be my ears
So I don’t have to hear
Will someone be my smile
So I don’t have to laugh
Will someone be my heart
So I don’t have to feel
Will someone be my nose
So I don’t have to smell
Will someone be my voice
So I don’t have to speak
Will someone be my arms
So I don’t have to hug
Can...
#anxiety
#confessional
#MentalHealth #NaPoWriMo2024
#MentalHealth #NaPoWriMo2024
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My Heart Is A Bonfire
I voyage onward
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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The truth feels so f**king good
#women
#sex
#porn
#motivational
#confessional
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Get Out Of My Way
Chances for success,
not gone.
Peace of mind, still achievable.
True love, still waiting in the wings.
What prevents these
heartfelt fantasies
from becoming
tangible realities?
Under whose thumb
am I opressed?
Someone who, ostensibly
knows me best.
One who constantly
pierces me
with arrows of insecurity.
Convinces me
that no one could
ever truly love me
with my life
in such a mess.
Tells me when
I see my reflection
that mirrors don't lie.
You'll never be
fit, or...
not gone.
Peace of mind, still achievable.
True love, still waiting in the wings.
What prevents these
heartfelt fantasies
from becoming
tangible realities?
Under whose thumb
am I opressed?
Someone who, ostensibly
knows me best.
One who constantly
pierces me
with arrows of insecurity.
Convinces me
that no one could
ever truly love me
with my life
in such a mess.
Tells me when
I see my reflection
that mirrors don't lie.
You'll never be
fit, or...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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Poetic License
Where would we be
Without the freedom
Gifted by poetic License
Somewhere you'd never
Find the likes of me
I pay homage to
The kings and queens
Who taught us what jubilation
This practice would be
When it comes to
The writing of poetry
Without the freedom
Gifted by poetic License
Somewhere you'd never
Find the likes of me
I pay homage to
The kings and queens
Who taught us what jubilation
This practice would be
When it comes to
The writing of poetry
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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On that particular spark
There's no denying
those regimental ways
tucked in your bones
or your sarcasm
making me laugh
until I burst,
the way you turn
up having carefully
planned out a day
before it begins
as I insist on
being a tease by
calling you the
itinerary king
and in return
you remind me
how shameless
and feral I am.
Truth is I adore
that most about
you and about us
how you show up
like a burning star
hanging in skies
filled with...
those regimental ways
tucked in your bones
or your sarcasm
making me laugh
until I burst,
the way you turn
up having carefully
planned out a day
before it begins
as I insist on
being a tease by
calling you the
itinerary king
and in return
you remind me
how shameless
and feral I am.
Truth is I adore
that most about
you and about us
how you show up
like a burning star
hanging in skies
filled with...
#love
#LGBT
#confessional
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More…
I want everything
•
I want more
•
I want more
#conflict
#confessional
#myself
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Enamored by the Façade
Maybe it was the inexperience of youth
That sometimes clouded my judgement
When I was enamored by the façade of what’s on the outside
I seemed to lack prudence and discernment
Yes it was love without a solid foundation
Lust sometimes tends heighten emotions without perception
And as the years passed I felt a disconnection
Unable to see the truth I too fell into a deception
But I wouldn’t listen to my intuition
I didn’t see what others saw for the sake of my enormous pride
And by the time I saw it I was too far in
Then I had...
That sometimes clouded my judgement
When I was enamored by the façade of what’s on the outside
I seemed to lack prudence and discernment
Yes it was love without a solid foundation
Lust sometimes tends heighten emotions without perception
And as the years passed I felt a disconnection
Unable to see the truth I too fell into a deception
But I wouldn’t listen to my intuition
I didn’t see what others saw for the sake of my enormous pride
And by the time I saw it I was too far in
Then I had...
#ImSorry
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery #PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery #PersonalGrowth
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People
I don’t wanna cry anymore
I don’t wanna feel
I don’t wanna lie anymore
I don’t wanna kneel
Kneel at the mercy of others
Kneel for their respect
Kneel for their worthiness
Ignoring the neglect
My heart pangs with pain
Body filled with disdain
I want love and pleasure
And yet I continue to refrain
I’m stuck at the mercy of others
I’m hiding under my covers
The world makes me afraid
People make me afraid
I don’t wanna feel
I don’t wanna lie anymore
I don’t wanna kneel
Kneel at the mercy of others
Kneel for their respect
Kneel for their worthiness
Ignoring the neglect
My heart pangs with pain
Body filled with disdain
I want love and pleasure
And yet I continue to refrain
I’m stuck at the mercy of others
I’m hiding under my covers
The world makes me afraid
People make me afraid
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#myself
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Emphatic skydiving!
Do you suspect everything and defy gravity without looking around or looking others in the eye? Do you let go as quickly as you wash your hands and unravel rosaries that don't sum up your faith? Do you defend ideas that you don't understand and drag the washed clothes across the floor to the clothesline? Do you lose track of yourself along the poorly traced paths on the faded map of your fears? Do you usually have so many questions that the answers no longer make sense scratched on the walls of the asylum? Have the languages you speak stuck to your tongue and not even the...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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